Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,14
in distress. She was still with him.
The next stroke landed on her right thigh, crossing the stripe already there.
“Oh, God. Oh Christ, that hurts.”
Tony didn't answer, just shifted ready to place the next one.
Thea screamed at the whoosh as he swung the cane through the air, and her whole body jerked when it landed across her left thigh. Tony hadn’t increased the severity of the blows, but the cumulative effect was beginning to tell. He was pleased there was only one stroke remaining—much more would have resulted in her safe wording. Not a catastrophe, but he could do without that complication tonight.
“Last one.” He waited for her slight nod, then delivered it, sharp and true, cutting a stripe across the two already adorning her left cheek.
Thea’s final scream echoed around his dining room. She remained spread across his table top, her entire body shuddering. Tony tossed the cane onto the table above her head and stood back to admire the exquisite symmetry of his work.
Thea’s breathing was rapid, and her body stiff. Even as he watched, she softened, relaxed. Her death-grip on the edges of the table loosened and her panting slowed.
She opened her eyes and caught his gaze. She offered him a small, apologetic smile. “May I see, Sir?”
“Of course.” Tony fished his phone from his pocket and took a quick snap of her beautifully punished arse. He slid the device along the table to her.
Thea took it and perused the picture for a few moments. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “You have a very firm hand, Sir. And accurate too.”
“I’m glad you appreciate my efforts. You may stand up when you’re ready.”
“Thank you, Sir. I’d prefer to stay here for a few more minutes though, if I may.”
“No problem. Tea?”
“Perhaps in a little while. I, I don’t want you to go anywhere, Sir. Not yet.” Despite her increasing composure, her vulnerability in these moments following a severe punishment was apparent. Tony was prepared for it.
“I know that, love. I brought the kettle in here earlier.”
“Ah, well then…”
Tony busied himself making her a pot of the fresh Earl Grey he knew she favoured, and was pleased when he saw her ease herself gingerly into an upright position after a couple more minutes. He placed her teacup on the table, next to the discarded cane. Then he took a last look at his proud work on her bottom and thighs before draping a soft blanket across her shoulders and pulling the edges together in front of her. He picked her up and carried her to the low sofa at one end of the room. There he sat, and arranged her in his lap.
“Oh, that’s sore, Sir.” She wriggled, trying to keep the weight off her tender skin. Tony let her find the most comfortable position before answering.
“Good. Did it do the trick?”
“Yes. I feel much more … settled now. Thank you. And, I want to apologise if I may, please. For being rude to you, and to your secretary. I would never normally behave like that at work. I was just so surprised. And confused. Scared as well. I never expected to see you anywhere but at the club and I didn't know how to be around you. But—that’s no excuse.”
Tony considered her explanation for a few moments, as far as it went. Her reaction in his office was too extreme to be explained merely as a reaction to having had a shock, or being confused. Her remark about being scared was interesting. There was more to this, he knew it, and he intended to get to the bottom of what scared her so. For now he was content to take some of what she said at face value.
“It was a shock. I get that. I wasn’t expecting to run into you either. I get the impression you don’t like surprises much though. Am I right?”
“Yes Sir, I suppose so.”
“But you’re feeling settled now, you said.”
She nodded, so Tony continued.
“That sounds good to me, we can work with settled. You left your tea over there, on the table.”
“It’s a bit too hot just now anyway, Sir.”
“I see. And talking of hot, would you like me to put some cream on your bum?”
She wriggled against him, sending his swollen cock into another twitching frenzy. He needed to conclude this conversation and fuck her soon, for both their sakes.
“In a moment. I’d just like a cuddle right now. If that’s alright.”
Right, okay then. He dropped a